Rooster

Silly old rooster!

Do you think the storm will stop

because you’re crowing?

Thunderclap

Nearby thunderclap—

three barefoot children scramble

to escape the storm.

How much do you know,

blackbird on my garden gate,

of the storm to come?

first storm of autumn—

buffeting winds drive the crow

away from her nest

still waiting to hear

what the willow has to say

after last night’s storm

into a chipped bowl

pouring some more Cheerios—

sugar storm rising

tornado shelter—

emerging after the storm

to find flattened wheat